Nah. I don’t want to walk this road. Let’s not turn back to relive it. It has been years, I made it through; And now self-labeled hypocrite. They keep calling. Asking. Seeking hope. Don’t make me be the guide. But, look, you walked it, you’ve seen the show. They want to know the pain will … Continue reading A Restoration Story
Truth be told, I’m weary. Weary in a way that sinks in deeply and is not alleviated by a nap. Since removing my garage doors and replacing them with massive windows, those driving by can now see clearly into my life. But when the sun goes down and Kyle can no longer stand to have … Continue reading Come and See
Tonight I found myself wandering barefoot from chair to chair in my church taking photos of worship during a rehearsal. While zooming in on Miss Jan’s hands on the keyboard, I noticed I was standing on wet carpet. I immediately assumed there was a leak before quickly remembering that this was where my girls, and … Continue reading Faith and Nothing Else
There are three toilets in my house. Let’s just call them Toilet, Tullet, and Terlet. Toilet is connected to what used to be the master bedroom. Tullet is in the center of the house and is typically covered in dirty laundry and toothpaste (I have four children, yet that bathroom holds a minimum of 11 … Continue reading Still Learning
One of the lamest ways to tweak your knee, hip, and back is by stepping out of your sexy mini-van onto the rolling, water bottle that annoyed you for the past 17 minutes while trying to save your children from being run over in a parking lot. Fifteen minutes before, I had said how annoying … Continue reading Rolling Water Bottles & Redirection
Three things I learned this week: Three things Kyle learned this week: Three things J learned this week: Three things Haddi learned this week: Three things Everly learned this week: *Note: She learned this many moons ago. She apparently doesn’t want to play my games. Three things Malachi learned this week: A core component of … Continue reading Coffee-Sipping, Strapping Young Men, Cussing Photographers, & Lessons Learned
Writing is freeing. It is also quite weighty. It is simple and it is complex. Lighthearted writing happens often, but there are moments I am like (one half of) a couple of starry-eyed lovers running off into the sunset and away from my thoughts. When a phrase of a scripture hit and stuck with me … Continue reading The Quiet Eye
My preference is red mulch. I say this as if I know something about gardening. I don’t, but I think red mulch is prettier than black mulch and because my outdoor flowers are often dead, my mulch color matters to me. If you know nothing about gardening, Webster says mulch is “a material (such as … Continue reading Linger in His Presence
Brooke: Kyler! It’s Brooke. Are you awake? Kyler: Yes I am! Brooke: Any chance you are free for a bit this morning and could take me to my dad’s in Weatherford? Kyle is in Chickasha, my dad has carpet layers coming, my van is leaking oil, the oil place is closed, I realized I have … Continue reading You’re Not My Cousin!
